Cammy watched as her father's body was laid out and strapped to a table.  A man in a white lab coat then began to stick needles into various parts of his body.  She could hear him whimper softly as each needle was inserted.  Cammy tried to call out to him but her voice wasn't working.  All she could do was watch.  The man in the lab coat then proceeded to stick IV's into each of her father's temples.  He then left the room.  The lights flickered as a yellow liquid began to run into the tubes connected to his head.  Her father began to shake violently and soon was having severe convulsions.  His body bucked back and forth as he strained against the harnesses.  Cammy franticly began to call out to her father.  But her voice still wasn't working.  Then her father turned his head and seemed to be looking directly at her.  In his eyes she saw his pain, his fear, and his sorrow.  He smiled at her.  Then his eyes closed tightly as he began to scream as his convulsions grew stronger.  When he opened his eyes again, Cammy didn't see her father's eyes, he was gone.  Now she began to scream.

           Cammy woke up screaming.  She was soaked in a mixture of sweat and tears.  It was just a nightmare, but it felt so real.  She noticed that she had been moved from the floor to her bed.  Must have been Guile she thought to herself.  Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes as she remembered the events of last night.  Her father was missing, not a hostage, not a prisoner of war, just missing.  She couldn't take it anymore.  She didn't want to cry, it didn't help anything to cry.  So she did the only other thing she could think of.  Cammy went to her closet, put on some clothes and ran out the door.  She could hear her mother calling after her but didn't stop.  She didn't know where she was going; she just kept running.  She ran for what seemed like hours all the while ignoring the pain in her side, lungs and throat.  Cammy wiped the tears from her eyes and they were soon replaced with sweat.  After a long while Cammy stopped running and leaned on a telephone pole.  Her breath was coming in short frantic gasps.  She looked forward, everything was blurry, and it wasn't from tears.  She then fell to the ground as everything went black.

           Ken could feel sweat running down his back.  He had been following the girl for about a mile now.  She sure could run fast.  He had only barely been able to keep up.  When he first saw her he sensed that something was wrong.  That's why he had followed her.  When Ken rounded a corner he watched as she fell to the ground.  He ran to her side.

"Hey!  Wake up!"

She remained unmoving

"Shit it must be heat exhaustion."

Ken picked her limp body up and moved her under a nearby tree.  He then took his shirt off and used it to gently dab the sweat off her face and then to fan her.

"I wonder how long she had been running before I saw her?"

The girl soon began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.  Ken could see the pain in them.  This pain was not from exhaustion, it was raw and looked like it ran deeper than physical.  Her gaze shifted to him as she tried to sit up.

"Wha…what is going on?"

"I saw you running then you passed out.  I carried you over here to help you cool off."

Ken said this with much more pride and arrogance then he meant to.  Hey, it was a habit.  Not the girl looked at him more closely and gasped.

           Cammy couldn't believe it.  Of all the people why him?

"Oh my God!  Not YOU!"

"What do you mean 'not me'?"

Cammy sighed.

"I guess you have finally gotten your chance to be Mr. Macho and save me.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."

Cammy stood up, obviously too fast because she became dizzy and began to fall again.

"Dammit!"

"Really, all stereotypes aside, you need to rest a while."

"What makes you so smart?"

"I've been there before, just trust me."

If he only knew how hard it was for Cammy to actually trust someone.  But this wasn't that big of a deal.  He looked trustworthy enough; a typical American, strawberry blonde hair.  It was shoulder length and he had it tied back loosely so strands were falling out.  And he was built.  Very, very built in fact.  She could appreciate that much about him.  His childlike brown eyes showed that he could be no older than 18 or 19.  Softly Cammy spoke, yet she made sure to use harsh tones.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while.  Your name is Ken right?"

"Yeah, you remembered.  I never caught your name though."

"Cammy.  Cammy White."

Silence; two excruciating minutes of it followed her answer.  Ken finally broke it.

"So, you have some pretty good moves, that boy never saw you coming."

"Huh?…Oh yeah, him.  I don't think he will be trying that one on any other girls."

"But you do know that if he had had any fighting skills whatsoever, he probably could have overpowered you."

Cammy felt a hint of anger

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing.  I'm not knocking your dad or anything.  He must be a really good fighter himself to know enough to train you as well as he has.  But he only taught you how to fight to defend yourself, not to fight offensively."

"I guess that makes sense.  It never really occurred to me that I would need more training than I had already had."

"Well you would only need it if a trained fighter was after you, but hey, it helps to know just in case.  Your pretty good, but you still need more training."

Cammy was thinking of her father now.  She felt the day old wound in her heart begin to rip and tear again.  She could not cry, not in front of this guy.  Cammy swallowed her pain and spoke.

"So, does that mean your making an offer?"

"An offer?  To train you?"

"Yeah, why not?  For such a skilled person it should be a breeze."

"You haven't even seen me fight, how would you know I was skilled?"

"I was talking about myself."

Now Ken could remember who she reminded him of, himself.  He laughed good-heartedly.

"So are you feeling well enough to stand yet?"

 "I think so.  Let me try."

Ken stood and extended his arm to help Cammy stand.  She grabbed his hand and let him help her pull to her feet.  Once she was upright she did not let go of his hand.  Instead she twisted under his arm and pinned it to his back as she slammed his body into the tree.

"How is that for offense?"

Ken laughed.

"Pretty good except you forgot one thing…"

Ken used his free arm to pull himself out of Cammy's hold and in turn pin her to the tree with her arms trapped against her chest.

"…I can fight offensively too."

Cammy was stunned.  She had never seen anyone moved that fast; even when her father and Guile would spar together.  He released her.

"How did you do that?"

"You left one of my arms free, plus I am physically stronger than you.  You should have taken my arm and raised it like this."

He placed Cammy's hand on the correct points on his body and slowly mimicked how the move should have been preformed.  Cammy was a quick study and soon could reenact the move flawlessly.  Once she had Ken pinned correctly she kneed him in the back.  He yelped in pain.

"OW!  What's that for?"

"I just figured this would help me keep you pinned."

 She released Ken and he rubbed the spot on his back where Cammy had kneed him.

"Well it worked.  You're pretty good and learn fast.  Training you should be no problem, we just have to work everyday."

"That's fine with me."

This was helping Cammy to keep her mind off of her father.

"Okay then.  Meet me her tomorrow at 7:00"

"Alright I'll see you tomorrow than."

"Are you sure you can make it home okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, I feel much better."

"Okay. Later!"

Ken began jogging off.  Cammy laughed to herself.  She could see a huge red mark on his back where she had kneed him.  So tomorrow at 7:00 she was going to begin to really train how to fight.  Then she remembered about school.  Oh well, it looks like she was going to have to be absent.